zip lining
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I stared below at the thousands of trees
That were so small they looked like broccoli
I stumbled ahead while my knees shook heavily
As if laughing at my attempted bravery
Walking,
Climbing,
Attaching myself to the rope.
Friends hold my hand,
they see my fear.
They push me forward.
One step,
Two.
Don't look down.
Easy.
